Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting.

[Sorry, must’ve been a brain fart. Got the name wrong]

speechless,

this and nobody knew

a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs

“The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from

the pages

old adage “learning never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some

double down on her efforts.

cup of milk and honey. “Get

always open to good advice, nodded in

alarm when a new message popped up

you asking about

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s my boyfriend]

way. Is he in

replied, [Yes, do

for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around

distance? They hadn’t even been

sighed deeply, replying. I can’t stay away from him, my

she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and

could decide,

a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do

Louie went silent.

but still no message. Was

showering and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow,

He actually knew!

eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately,

single word

and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the

recognizing Everard’s number. What could he

voice, more velvety than

the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing.

he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to